And he did not stop when
called upon, his lungs cried overload
Suspected of wrongdoing, they’d
arrest him on the spot
But he was having not a bar
of it, not a single bloody jot
He ran down to the station, where
the trains they went to sleep
At the bottom of overpass he
looked up, it was so very steep
So he turned and faced the
boys in blue, stood still, his face a frown
“Get on your knees” the Sergeant
spat, but he firmly stood his ground
They walked at him with
batons drawn, struck him twice and then again
To his elbow and once to each
knee, but his face did not show pain
He stood there til they took
him down, knees digging in his chest
They cuffed him then threw
him in the van, with no mention of arrest
They drove him to the
station, and charged him with resist
For failing to obey them when
they screamed he should desist
But the cops they were not
ready in their little country town
For the barrister from Sydney
who would come to tear them down
The court case it was
fruitful, for the client and his brief
The self righteous Senior Sergeant
bombed his evidence in chief
“Was I acting in my duty when
I bashed him with my stick?”
“Of course I was”, he argued,
“He’s a non-compliant prick”
But the Magistrate did not
agree, all charges were dismissed
Awarded costs against them,
by crikey they were pissed
But now the fun has just begun,
the Court’s decision paves the way
For a bad arrest and battery
and false imprisonment they will pay
We quickly sued the buggers, you
can’t go doing that
Flogging people if you
feel they don’t respect your hat
Three small words, so
powerful, could have saved you from this mess
“I’m arresting you” was all
it took, so simple, but you said less
The case is over, we all got
paid, and we are all so very pleased
Although I could have had a bit of
fun, the Sergeant I could have teased
About how he didn’t know the
law, in his little country town
I guess next time I’m passing
through I’ll keep my city head right down
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